Last week, you heard a short snippet from Jennifer Hilliers, things we'd do in the dark.

Today, we're bringing you an extended excerpt from the audiobook, keep listening to

meet Paris Peralta, caught red-handed in her own bathroom with her husband, Dad, in the

tub behind her.

Mrs. Peralta, drop the razor!

The detective commanded again.

Paris finally dropped it.

The steel blade landed on the tile with a dull clang, and the uniformed officers moved

in on her in a swarm.

One of them slapped the cuffs on her, and the detective informed her of her rights.

As they led her out of the bedroom and down the stairs, Paris wondered how she would possibly

explain this.

Years ago, the last time this happened, she didn't have to explain it at all.

I'm sorry, but would you mind turning down the air conditioning?

Paris's nipples are pressing hard against her forearms like ball bearings.

Though she'd lived in Seattle for almost 20 years now, the Canadian in her still can't

break the habit of apologizing before asking for something.

I'm sorry, it's just really cold back here.

The officer in the passenger seat pushes a button on the dashboard repeatedly until

the cold air eases up.

Thank you, she says.

The officer turns around.

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